The Faded Alibi
The rain had not fallen for forty days, a drought that turned the soil of Oakhaven into a brittle, dusty crust that crumbled beneath the boots of the men who patrolled its quiet, sun-bleached streets, and it was in this atmosphere of suspended time, where the air hung heavy with the scent of dry hay and impending ruin, that Elias Thorne stood before the old, cracked mirror in the basement of...
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